I'd taken her body, taken and enjoyed every inch of her soft flesh. I'd taken her hands, soft, delicate and gentle. 

She'd used those to take me, to take all she wanted from me. Our bodies entwined as we took what we wanted from each other.

We'd tried to take our time, but the passion, the emotion, intensified between us, consuming our every thought.

The more we took from each other, the more we needed. The addiction was taking its toll, each hour seemed double.

I had to face the truth, she'd taken my heart. I'd nothing left to give.